THE

POETICAL WORKS

OF

WILLIAM SOMERVILE.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

COLLATED WITH THE BEST EDITIONS:

BY

THOMAS PARK, ES2. F. S. A.

VOL. II.

LONDON:

Printed at the Stanhope Press,

BY CHARLES WHITTINGHAM,
Union Buildings, Leather Lane;

FOR JOHN SHARPE, OPPOSITE YORK-HOUSE,

PICCADILLY.

1805.

CONTENTS.

ODES.

To the Duke of Marlborough, &c............

Occasioned by the Duke of Marlborough's em-

barking for Ostend, 1712......

EPISTLES.

To Mr. Aikman, the Painter...............

.........

To Mr. Addison, on his purchasing an estate in

Warwickshire.

To Dr. Mackenzie.......

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5

10

16

18

23

25

To a Lady, who made me a present of a silver

Pen.....

To a young Lady, who spent the night in tears,

upon a report that her Brother was to

fight a duel the next morning.............. 26

To a young Lady, with the Iliad of Homer

translated...

27

To the Right Hon. Lady Anne Coventry, &c. 29

To Allan Ramsay.....

To Allan Ramsay, upon his publishing a second

volume of Poems..

To the Author of the Essay on Man..........

To Mr. Thonison, on the first edition of his

Seasons.......

To the Right Hon. the Earl of Halifax, with

the Fable of the Two Springs

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31

FABLES.

The Captive Trumpeter.......

The bald-pated Welshman and the Fly...
The Wolf, the Fox, and the Ape.......

Page

43

44

46

The Wise Builder.......

The true Use of the Looking-glass..

The Happy Lunatic. To Dr. M-
The Incurious Bencher...

SONGS......

IMITATIONS

105

106

109

112

115

ODES.

TO

THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH,
Upon his Removal from all his Places.

Virtus, repulsæ nescia sordidæ,
Intaminatis fulget honoribus,
Nec fumit, aut ponit secures,
Arbitrio popularis auræ.

WHEN, in meridian glory bright,
You shine with more illustrious rays,
Above the Muse's weaker flight,
Above the poet's praise;

HOR.

In vain the goddess mounts her native skies,
In vain, with feeble wings, attempts to rise;
In vain she toils to do her hero right,

Lost in excessive day and boundless tracts of light.
The Theban swan with daring wings,

And force impetuous, soars on high,
Above the clouds sublimely sings,
Above the reach of mortal eye.
But what, alas! would Pindar do,
Were his bold Muse to sing of you?

Can Chromius' strength be nam'd with your's?
Can mimic fights and sportive war